Page 113 of Stop and Seek
Noah stopped chugging the beer long enough to breathe. “What?”
“Your face.”
“Oh.Oh.” Noah shook his head. “No. You’re good, baby.”
Every goddamn time, that stupid word made heat crawl straight down the back of Theo’s neck.
Did he ever correct Noah?
No.
“Then what happened?” Theo snapped, harder than he meant to.
Noah grinned—slow and sexy as hell—and the inside of Theo’s mouth went dry.
“Does the cut really bother you?” Noah asked.
Stop staring at him.
“Kinda,” Theo mumbled. He swallowed, a little too loud. “Did you get in a fist fight with—what are you doing?”
Noah had put the beer on the counter, and Theo hadn’t thought anything about it until he felt Noah’s fingerson zipper of his hoodie. Theo’s heart fucking restarted, and he was having a hard time getting a breath in.
“I left my shirt at your place,” Noah said casually, like the house wasn’t packed. Like it didn’t feel as if every single person was watching them. “I’m wearing yours, and I wanted to see if you were wearing mine.” He tugged the zipper down, one tooth at a time. “Boo. You didn’t.”
“I’m not a fucking mind reader,” was all Theo could manage.
“Work on that for me,” Noah whispered, fingers trailing from the hem of Theo’s shirt up to the collar.
The heat in Theo’s face was unbearable, spreading like wildfire to the rest of his body. He shooed Noah’s hands away. Zipping the hoodie up again, his pulse settled down to an even thrum.
“How? I don’t know what you’re thinking.”
Noah leaned closer, his citrus-and-pepper cologne thick enough to taste. “You wanna know what I’m thinking right now?”
Oh no.
If they had evenremotelythe same thought process?
Shit.
The vivid-ass pictures Theo had come up with in the past thirty seconds alone would have made a porn star blush. It was too crowded to be that horny.
“I was thinking about,” Noah started, before a voice came out of nowhere.
“Holy shit, Theo! I knew someone sounded familiar!”
Theo’s brain stalled out long enough to kick start its way back to normalcy. He dragged his eyes away from Noah’s mouth andturned, searching faces he didn’t recognize until he saw the headband and curly hair coming toward him.
That looked exactly like Calvin’s avatar. Sounded like him, too.
Irritation mixed with the pungent tang ofthank godon his tongue. A second longer and he would’ve flung himself at Noah so hard thatbothof them would’ve been charged with indecent exposure.
Talk about another lifesaver.
“No way,” Theo forced a laughed, jogging to meet him halfway. “Calvin? What the hell are you doing here?”
He held out his hand, unsure if he should go in for a high-five or a handshake, but Calvin pulled him into ahuginstead.
